Euro League - God Rite [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

It’s my turn to prove that I’m great/ by choosing my fate, I will not be abused by dismay
And since I’m a rapper I guess I’ll wrap (rap) up this whole game till no rapper can ventilate
Groupie hoes get penetrate/ they wear lingerie
She made sure that French was her lace/ An I’m not T.I
But they’ll do anything for the Band man (‘rubber band man’) I was just playing the bass
I was displaying a chase, after this paper / In God We Trust
But the bank run by Satan/ Yeezy thought he need Nia Long dog I’m more Sanaa Lathan
I need a bad redbone for me to ball with/ Shopping sprees we be Spaulding
Copping trees/ cuz I know La (NOLA) , like New Orleans
Mardi Gras/ Get your party on with these bosses
I wonder how outsiders perceive my city/ Is it the mecca of making it in America?
I once was American dreaming/ Til’ Uncle Sam got up and pinched me
Told me I’ve always been gifted/Santa Clause never existed
But really there’s Grinch’s that’s stealing our freedom/just to give it back in disguise of good deeds
You can’t see through that act? / them tinted windows you can’t see through that Ac (Acura)?
Automatics get squeezed/ then I read through somebody’s news feed that you passed
Snakes will be the first to lead you to your grave/ So I suggest that you please cut your grass
Could of sworn I head somebody utter: Freedom at Last

Sample from Martin Luther King: ‘I Have a Dream Speech’ playing

Verse 2:

It’s my turn to prove that I’m great/ and I will not fail my destiny just been delayed
Surrounded by death and decay/ Demonic malevolent ways of the powers be
That’s why I’m killing all kings / and taking their power and tossing it right in the mouth of the streets
My niggas gotta eat, Y’all niggas gotta feast/ You Can’t afford to share
We can’t afford them shares at Stock Market/ Let alone insurance at the Doc’s office
If I get shot I gotta brush that off did it for my dogs in them locked coffins/ already underground
Been the illest nigga in the underground/ Not just lyrical but they love my sound
Told my ex girl, that my next girl, be the reason she feel like a fucking clown
Knew better then you do better/ damn that pussy tight and she screw better
Bank account got old money/ New cheddar
Get that white girl not stepped on, No Bruce Jenner
Ooo clever, I’m a lyricist painting classic pictures
Like B-I-G in his Coog(ie) sweater, nigga who better?